THE SUN SHINES FAIR ON CARLISLE WALL. HE leaned her head against a thorn, And there she has her young babe born, 'Smile no sae sweet, my bonnie babe, * * * * * She's howket a grave by the light o' the moon, The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa'; And there she's buried her sweet babe in, As she was going to the church, "O bonnie babe, an ye were mine, The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa'; I'd clead you in silk and sabelline," And the lyon shall be lord of a'." "O mother mine, when I was thine, "But now I'm in the heavens hie, The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa'; And ye have the pains of hell to dree And the lyon shall be lord of a'. دو Anonymous. IT LOVE SHALL BE LORD OF ALL. was an English ladye bright, The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall, And she would marry a Scottish knight, For Love will still be lord of all. Blithely they saw the rising sun, When he shone fair on Carlisle wall, But they were sad ere day was done, Though Love was still the lord of all. Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine, Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall; For she had lands, both meadow and lea, That wine she had not tasted well, When dead in her true love's arms she fell, He pierced her brother to the heart, And then he took the cross divine, Now all ye lovers, that faithful prove, Walter Scott. WHITE CARLISLE YETTS. TE was the rose in his gay bonnet, His hand whilk clasped the truth luve, O it was ay in battle ready! His long, long hair in yellow hanks Waved o'er his cheeks sae sweet and ruddie; But now they wave o'er Carlisle yetts In dripping ringlets clotting bloodie. My father's blood's in that flower-tap, This white rose was steeped in my luve's blood, An' I'll ay wear it in my bosom. When I came first by merry Carlisle, Was ne'er a town sae sweetly seeming; The White Rose flaunted owre the wall, The thristled banners far were streaming! When I came next by merry Carlisle, O sad, sad seemed the town an' eerie! The auld, auld men came out an' wept, “O maiden, come ye to seek yere dearie ?” There's ae drop o' blude atween my breasts, Wae, wae upon that hand sae bloodie, Anonymous. Channel, the English. THE ARETHUSA. OME, all ye jolly sailors bold, COME Whose hearts are cast in honor's mould, Huzza to the Arethusa! She is a frigate tight and brave To their favorite launch, And when the foe shall meet our fire, 'T was with old Keppel she went out, The famed Belle Poule straight ahead did lie, - Not a sheet or a tack, Or a brace did she slack; Though the Frenchman laughed, and thought it stuff; But they knew not the handful of men, how tough, On board of the Arethusa. |